Axton

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"N-no!" He screeched, backing up into the wall. Great. "I-I most certainly don't want to do that! I want you to stop this and go and fix this!"

He almost hit Priestly again, but thought better of it when he realized he didn't want to bruise his own skin. Even though Priestly totally deserved to be punched for all of this, he didn't want to hurt himself. Wait, that was perfect!

"I-I'll hurt myself, well, your body if you don't go and fix this right now!" He threatened, unsure of precisely how he'd hurt himself.

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Priestly began shamelessly touching himself (Mars?), moaning gratuitously. Even with Mars's hands, getting his body excited was easy; he was hard in less than a minute. He felt his face grow very warm; Mars must be blushing.

How absolutely adorable, he thought as he fondled the tip of Mars's penis.

Axton

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He watched in utter horror, unable to figure out an appropriate response. He could barely believe was he was seeing. Worse, he could barely believe the reaction this horrifyingly disgusting body was having! Much as he tried, he couldn't quell the uneasy thoughts pouring into his head. God, what was wrong with Priestly? All of his reactions were absolutely terrible and gross.

"S-stop...!" He finally managed to say, except it didn't sound very much like he wanted him to stop at all. It wasn't fair, he couldn't sound threatening in Priestly's body! It was all mushy and not frightening at all! "S-stop it, o-or I'll...I'll...I'll cut myself!" He insisted, not knowing why or how he would that.

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Priestly grinned, winking at him. "Is that what this body likes? Why Mars, I had no idea you were so kinky. Here, let me show you something mine likes...come over to the bed." Nonchalantly picking up his pants and underwear, he walked back into the bedroom, swaying his hips. Though he was in an erect body that wasn't even his, he somehow made his motions seem natural.

He couldn't help it, after all; he was excited. This was a once in a life time chance--if there was something he knew, it was the way his body worked, and he was desperate to learn the most intimate workings of Mars's body, too. He wanted to know exactly what made this body feel good and where and why.

Besides, he thought to himself, Mars was freaking out over nothing. It's not as if they were in the bodies of some other people, just each other--it's not like having sex like this would be that much different, just infinitely interesting.

In any case, Priestly had always wanted to reenact one of his wet dreams and now he finally had the chance.

Axton

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Anyone with a brain could predict what happened next. Mars, trapped in the body of the person he found so incredibly attractive, but also so incredibly annoying, began to sob. He slammed the door and locked it. At least now he could be safe from Priestly's disgusting advances.

His crying looked far less disgusting than it usually did, he noticed, as he glanced in the mirror. It didn't comfort him much. He turned away from the mirror and sat down on the toilet instead, wishing Priestly was less of a complete jerk. He shuddered to think of what he was doing with his body back in there. When he got it back, he'd need to take at least three long showers. Maybe more.

The thought of Priestly having unlimited access to his body bothered him more than anything else. Unfortunately, if he tried to stop him, he'd only worsen the problem. So he was stuck, sitting inside of the bathroom, crying to himself.

It was times like these Mars wished he was more mature. He knew, deep down, that he wasn't. He was just a child. He had so much learning to do. He knew that, instead of crying his eyes out, he should get up and do something. But he didn't know what to do, and so he felt even worse about himself and just continued to sit there, actionless.

Axton

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, but it was just hollow, recited words. Like most of his threats were. "You're a terrible, terrible person and I hate! I'm going to stay in here until you fix this!"

He crossed his arms, attempting to wipe away all of his tears. He still looked terrible, though. But he couldn't tell if that was because he was in Priestly's body or not. Now that he looked closer, he looked a lot older than he thought Priestly was.

"...you're only twenty-two, right?" He asked, forgetting already how angry he was at Priestly.

Axton

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"NO! I don't even believe you! You probably didn't even put my pants back on, you sicko!" He pouted even more. "I'm going to wait in here until you fix this because I can't trust you! It's bad enough you have to use my body!"

Axton

"You're such a disgusting jerk!" He insisted angrily, still wishing he could slap Priestly in his own body. It would make him feel so much better. "I can't believe you would threaten that!"

He stepped past Priestly, still freaked out about the whole thing and unwilling to touch him. It was just creepy. Besides, he was terrified if he touched his body while in Priestly's body he'd give Priestly the idea that that was okay, and it is so wasn't.

Axton

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"Well, it happened when I opened the bible, right? It was the trigger." He replied simply, moving back over to where the book now lay on the floor, splayed open. "I don't think it's much of a clue, now, though."

"Do we have anything else to go on?" He wondered, bending over to pick up the book in a fashion that screamed 'I'm used to having a nice large ass that I enjoy showing off when I bend over'.

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Priestly patted the ass of his own body instinctively. It was his own fault for being so damn provocative all the time.

Momentarily satisfied, he glanced around the room; nothing much seemed out of place. There was only the offending bible on the floor and the ever-present layer of dust on the furniture. He examined the bed, the nightstand, the tv--nothing. But when he turned around, one of the walls had changed.

"...Mars," he said softly, tapping him(self?) on the shoulder. On the wall, written in something red were the words "OUT OF ORDER."